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.Monday, June 30, 2008 ' 3:55 PM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted

There are times when we can achieve everything
yet there are times when we can achieve nothing.

Albert Einstein said once: "It is high time the ideal of success should be replaced with the ideal of service ... Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile."

And I take my job with this idea on my mind. Because when I see others smiling all my life until now starts to make some sense. I want to turn other people's life better. A nation only can change if every person that belongs to it, change first. To the happiness of on nation everyone needs to be happy first, and although this isn't really possible, every step is useful.

With Sara these feelings are really different. I don't thing about this when I am with her. It is just like 'I must to preoctect her', 'I need to see her smile'! Maybe many persons wouldn't understand this.
I can remember her when I met her, how she was little, cute and shy.
her light brown hair, her almost-crying eyes that anyone else seemed to notice... Was I the only one who noticed that she was always suffering? Was I the only one who could really see how she was?
She lied many times only to protect others... The same when she was drugged, and I wasn't there to protect her. She told her friends she got drunk...
And when she would tell her mom and dad, she was the one who messed up, to cover her sister.
She never seemed to trust or rely on others... She would keep it all to herself.
So the only thing I can think when I am with her is 'I must make her smile...'

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Me*
Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after death?
No, I reply. No, no, no, no, and again no.
One person recently, goaded into desperation by the litany of unrelieved negation, burst out "Don't you believe in anything?"
"Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be." Isaac Asimov

Identity*
Name: Andrew Philip Harrington
Age: (25.12.1986)
Location: England

Cares*
In Love: Yes
Interests: Mytholody, literature, Philosophy, Psychology, History, Mathematics, Cinema, Music, Anime, Culture, Food
Hates: Watching people suffer

Chat*




Contacts*
Sara’s blog
Maggie’s blog
Marina’s blog
Ana Rita’s blog
Sara’s deviantart account


CREDITS*